Chapter 89: Chapter 89: White Tiger Demon King

This time, the Ye Family sent about thirty cultivators to join the battle, along with a Purple Mansion Cultivator. That Purple Mansion Cultivator has already intervened to contain the Purple Mansion Great Demon of the Demon Race.

Even so, the thirty Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Ye Family managed to hold off waves of demon cultivators, demonstrating considerable strength.

The Ye Family Patriarch said with a smile, “The Lu Family and the Ye Family watch over each other and should naturally support one another.”

The Grand Elder breathed a sigh of relief and brought Lu Jinwen and Lu Xuanji into the Ye Family’s ranks.

The dozen or so demon beasts that were in pursuit halted, summoning other demon beasts to join the fray.

Both sides fell into a brief stalemate.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief.

Connections are still useful; if not for the past connection between the Lu Family and the Ye Family, the Ye Family might not have accepted them into the ranks or might have deliberately delayed for a few breaths, putting the three Lu Family cultivators in great danger.

Boom, boom, boom.

The fighting continued, with human cultivators falling one after another, as well as demon beasts.

Originally, the cultivators were divided into small teams, cutting through the demon race’s formation like a hot knife through butter.

But as the demon beasts reacted, they began to reorganize their formation and launch counterattacks.

The human race cultivators also condensed their formations, merging small squads into larger ones, confronting each other, and launching various magical attacks.

Lu Xuanji looked up to see Purple Mansion Cultivators and Great Demons battling in the depths of the mountains, with Ancestor Jin and the Golden Core Demon King fighting fiercely, engaged in brutal combat.

The outcome of the battlefield is determined not by these Foundation Establishment Cultivators or Purple Mansion Cultivators, but by Ancestor Jin.

If Ancestor Jin is victorious, everything will be fine.

If Ancestor Jin loses, everything will be in vain.

…

Boom, boom, boom!

High in the sky, the battle continues, the fighting continues.

Ancestor Jin wielded a treasure sword, with sword light like waves, sword intent like snow, and sword force like a mountain, sweeping in like endless tides, wave after wave.

Roar, roar!

The White Tiger Demon King, originally in human form, transformed into its beast form.

The tiger’s body was about one zhang long and over one and a half meters tall, as if crafted from white gold, with thick limbs and a tail like a steel whip.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger.

As the body moved, the White Tiger harnessed the power of wind and Geng Metal, attacking.

“Humans courting death.”

The White Tiger urged its demonic power, its body metallicized, becoming Vajra Indestructible, able to withstand magical treasures.

Sword Qi struck the White Tiger’s body, producing crisp sounds, as if striking a magical treasure, leaving only white spots or marks, unable to breach its defense.

The form shifted, the White Tiger wielding the power of wind and thunder, approaching for close combat.

At the Golden Core Stage, the White Tiger Demon King’s various lifebound divine techniques had terrifying power and stunning lethality; however, seemingly influenced by beastly instincts, this demon king still preferred close combat, pouncing with claws and biting with sharp teeth, using its tail to strike enemies.

Boom, boom, boom.

Ancestor Jin urged his flying sword, the sword light divided, forming seven strands of Sword Qi.

The seven strands of Sword Qi transformed into seven great stars, forming the Big Dipper, carrying endless starlight to suppress.

Roar!

The White Tiger Demon King opened its mouth and breathed, demon power surged, morphing into rolling thunder, sweeping forth, creating ripples in the void, tearing through.

Pang, pang.

The Big Dipper shattered instantly, scattering in the void.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Ancestor Jin disappeared, reappearing like a ghost above the White Tiger Demon King, slicing down with a sword toward its neck.

The White Tiger Demon King extended its tiger claws, sharp and sturdy, as if a Fourth-Grade Spiritual Treasure tearing forth.

Bang.

Bang.

Sword and claw clashed together, the sword strokes swift like a rainstorm, the claws impermeable and continuous.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged a hundred moves.

“White Tiger Seven Kills Sword.”

The White Tiger Demon King opened its mouth, and suddenly a three-foot-wide sword turned into a stream of light coming to strike.

This sword was radiant, splendid like white gold, crafted by the White Tiger Demon King over two hundred years as its lifebound treasure, already Fourth-Grade in rank, considered top-tier even among Fourth-Grade Magical Treasures.

The Demon Race is not proficient in artifact refining or alchemy, which only applies to lower-level demon beasts.

Upon reaching the Golden Core stage, those demon kings become omniscient in law, requiring little time to learn artifact refining, alchemy.

The White Tiger Seven Kills Sword transformed into a stream of light assaulting Ancestor Jin.

Ancestor Jin’s eyes lit up, a trace of joy flashing through.

Whoosh!

A purple light shot out from his eyes, immediately making the White Tiger Seven Kills Sword emit a mournful cry.

Ancestor Jin waved his hand, seizing the White Tiger Seven Kills Sword, suppressing it within a treasure cauldron.

“Return my treasure sword.”

The White Tiger Demon King sensed its magical treasure, urged divine thought to summon its lifebound treasure, only to sense it was suppressed.

In rage, it lunged forward, its massive tiger claw striking at Ancestor Jin’s head.

Sword Finger.

Ancestor Jin’s left hand formed two fingers as one, the fingers sharp, like a sharp sword pointing at the tiger claw.

In the intense collision, the tiger claw shattered, flesh and blood blurring.

“Die!”

Ancestor Jin stepped forward again, closing in on the White Tiger Demon King, within a meter’s distance.

The treasure sword in hand turned into a cold light, turning into an eternal star, stabbing at the White Tiger Demon King’s eye in a lethal strike.

“No.”

A trace of fear crossed the White Tiger Demon King’s eyes, the king pattern on its forehead trembling, transforming into a light shooting at Ancestor Jin.

Ancestor Jin felt uneasy and was about to dodge, yet he was a step late.

The light shot onto Ancestor Jin, immediately freezing his divine soul, unable to move a muscle.

The White Tiger Demon King took advantage to strike, its bloody maw directly biting toward Ancestor Jin’s head.

Though already a Golden Core Demon King, the White Tiger Demon King’s childhood hunting experiences led it to enjoy biting off enemies’ heads and then swallowing them whole.

Crunch!

At that moment, a golden bell shimmered into appearance, carved with runes and adorned with sun, moon, and stars, appearing precariously on Ancestor Jin’s head to block the White Tiger Demon King’s bite.

With a loud crash, the golden bell was bitten through.

It opened its mouth to swallow the golden bell, intending to swallow Ancestor Jin under the bell as well.

At that moment, Ancestor Jin instantly emerged from his restraint, transforming into a sword light and disappearing.

When he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away.

Roar, roar.

The White Tiger Demon King activated the king pattern on its forehead, light flashing and turning into a mysterious power pouring into its body, cracking noises, body shrinking, yet strength, cultivation, and bursting power increasing. It seemed to be using a secret technique, temporarily boosting its cultivation.

Ancestor Jin’s eyes flashed with solemnity, and his divine thought reached down to perceive.

On the battlefield below, after an initial surprise attack causing the demon beasts significant damage, as the demon beasts’ initial panic subsided, they began consolidating their lines, gathering teams, stabilizing their defenses, and even began counterattacking the human cultivators.

The human cultivators appeared somewhat struggling.

This wasn’t their fault, but the demon race cultivators were simply too numerous.

Here, the Foundation Establishment Demon Beasts, Purple Mansion Great Demons, and others far outnumbered the human cultivators.